I've got the MGB's top down and my skirt has ridden up so high that the sun is making my things itch. I'm waiting at the lights when I get the distinct impression I'm being watched.
Ah, lorry drivers - my favourite. I slide forward, just as the lights changes. I'm not wearing any knickers. Mr Macho stalls his truck and I roar off whooping, Forty-eight hours with Nadine and i'm a riot. Could be a long hot summer.
At twenty-six, Zita's a babe on the way up: live-in cameraman lover, urban des-res, stupendous media job. It seems she can do no wrong. But somehow the volume gets turned up a little too loud one night and she ends up wrestling naked with her girl pal - and now they're not just pals anymore. She is also becoming obsessed with Cy, the beautiful tai-chi naturist. And then the nude rave scene in the music promo she supervises gets totally out of hand. And what's her boyfriend up to in Cuba? If Zita thinks she has the rules sussed, how come everyone else is playing a different game?
